Temptations of a Schoolgirl

by Valerie J Aurora

  Temptations of a Schoolgirl

  Valerie J Aurora

  Copyright 2012

  Copyright © 2012 Valerie J Aurora - All rights reserved.

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  JonLuc's mouth sucked hard on Priscilla's pink nipples until they were red and she screamed out his name.

  "JonLuc I love you."

  He accepted the compliment. "Priscilla you're my girl. I'm never gonna let you go." He proceeded to laying the wood down on the young twenty-year old college schoolgirl. JonLuc knew she had temptations. Temptations she often couldn't control. That's why she came to his attention in the first place. She was flashing her free pussy to all the boys in their Brooks Brother's suit in the financial district, until she got a taste of black cock. Once a white woman finds out how a black man respects her, she doesn't want to go back. JonLuc respected her enough to stop her from flashing just anybody. "You're my lady now," He offered, as he reached his black hand up her schoolgirl skirt and diddled her sweaty love cushions. Priscilla had swooned in his arms. She leaned on his thin wire frame, stable as a prison fence. Her orgasms rising fast within her heated core. JonLuc expertly slipped two fingers into her love sheath, found her G-spot and twirled like he was playing pinball back in the days when he didn't have two pair of shoes. Now he had over thirty pair of leather shoes. His thumb found her pearl swimming in her cunt juices. He flicked it, back and forth, in erratic movements. Movements Priscilla couldn't get used to. She never got bored the way JonLuc patted and stroked her sexy pink slit.

  Now JonLuc's seven-inch long, one and quarter wide pestle grinded her pussy left and right. Up and down, he gave her his undivided erotic attention, until Priscilla heaved and sighed. She seemed to be whispering dirty words, but JonLuc didn’t care. Her sighs and quick rotating derriere, under his black pistoling hips, proved she was fully engaged. Sweat dropped off his forehead. Her sex flush transformed her pale skin peach-pink and this drove JonLuc into a ravishing frenzy of lust. He didn't want to fall in love with Priscilla. In fact, he believed she bewitched him. He always warned his boys: "Don't fall in love women unless you’re serious. If not serious, tell the wenches right away--Nah baby, we're just fucking around. You'll avoid being responsible for their heartache."

  Fucking Priscilla now, JonLuc realized he didn't follow his own advice. He fell in love with the blonde bombshell and her 35D-24-35, 5' 7" and 130 lbs., figure. He kissed Priscilla's cupid bow lips. He stared into her blue eyes, whenever she opened them sporadically. His hands roamed all over her curves; especially he admired her indented hourglass waist. Why he'd have to go and fall in love first? And Priscilla could fuck too! She knew how to prime his pumping cock. She revved his engine like a fine woman mechanic. She took him over the top easily with her suction cup lips or her voracious sword swallowing womb entrance. JonLuc growled real loud. "Oh baby, Oh Schoolgirl Priscilla I'm going to come!"

  "Come for me, Baby. Come, JonLuc!" she said in her foreign Prague accent. "I'm cumming, JonLuc, fuck me harder!"

  JonLuc came and collapsed on the king sized bed beside her. He knew his drained balls needed thirty minutes. However, his eager heart was ready to go again. This was the problem JonLuc thought, his dark chest heaving. He stared at the ceiling mirror watching Priscilla rub her 35D breasts some more squeezing, prolonging her orgasms. He turned his awareness inside. He checked his heart. He definitely loved her. And love was a dangerous thing in his field of work.

  Priscilla rolled on top of him. "Love is good for us, JonLuc. I know you love me." She smiled and planted a soft, slow kiss on his hard black lips. "I know you need thirty minutes, we'll make whoopee again. My love crucible loves your charming wand pounder."

  Priscilla was a romantic. That was her edge over JonLuc. He'd never met a real romantic woman before. A beautiful woman wearing a size 8 in a one-piece, and a size 6 in a dress and she had brains.

  “Luck ran in groups,” JonLuc said after they both splattered and shared their love juices once more. They relaxed. Finally, JonLuc broke the ice, "I have some business to attend to in an hour. See you after your class."

  ***

  One hour later, JonLuc strutted into the Bronx like he owned the place. In fact, he owned quite a bit of it. The underground part of the Bronx. Off the books, out of sight, the parts often operated after sunset in the Bronx. He didn't fear anything or anyone. Although as he opened the beaded red, black and green curtains to Clarice's Mysticism and Palm Reading shop, his shooting hand tried to start trembling. He squashed the movements. JonLuc's professional eyes surveyed the surrounding. Herbs, incantation candles, incense, crystal balls, and a large picture of Bob Marley smoke a joint plastered on the back wall, behind a small round white table. On the round-white table lay a deck of Arthur Waite Tarot Cards.

  JonLuc didn't trust any type of cards. In his gambling warehouses, the house always won. The house never took a loss unless it was to a high roller. Such initial loses to high roller only served to pull them in deeper. "We'll get the sucker next time for double the five grand we just lost. He'll be back." Sure enough, the high rolling fool came back. He discovered the house learned how to play blackjack, poker, Sevens, Bridge or whatever he won his first five grand playing.

  JonLuc noticed a stack of paranormal books on bookshelves right beside the cd/dvd player. Nice. JonLuc graduated from college--although he hid that fact. No need for his thugs to grasps where his real intelligence came from. This impressed, JonLuc. He decided to stay and be patient. Maybe Clarice could help him.

  A dark-skinned black woman came out from a smaller beaded curtain room in the back, besides Bob Marley's pic. "How can I help you?"

  JonLuc steeple his hands, "I have a delicate problem." He started off, slowly.

  Clarice waited. She wore a long green ankle-skimming skirt, with a thousand tiny wrinkles. Her Black girly T-shirt top, the short sleeves slanting up and a huge yellow picture of Africa silk-screened on the front. She wore long Marlyish braids.

  JonLuc hoped she didn't do weed before her readings. Drugs twisted the mind. JonLuc needed clarity not distortions from the personal ravings of a black woman in the ghetto. "I've heard good things about, Clarice."

  "I've heard about you, too, JonLuc. None of them good."

  JonLuc laughed, but not too loud. He respected the spirits, Goddesses and Gods. "Now don't go giving me the standard every black woman should beat down on the black man lip." JonLuc smiled broadly. He had a nice pair of pearly teeth that stirred up feminine desire in all races. "I came here for a spell."

  "What kinda of spell," Clarice said as she parked herself at the small white round table. She started shuffling.

  "Nah. Not with the cards." JonLuc turned and nodded toward lineup of five crystal balls.

  Clarice stopped shuffling. She piled the stack to one side, rose and went to the crystal ball shelf. Her ankle-skimming skirt swept the floor soundlessly. JonLuc realized Clarice knew something about him she didn't like.

  "Bigger the crystal ball the clearer the reading." She gave JonLuc a finger tour, "We have the one inch, two inch, three inch (at the minimum choose a three inch one--if money--)

  "Money's never been an issue for JonLuc!"

  "Four inch, five inch and the nine inch crystal ball." She waited.

  JonLuc thought. "Give me the best you got. The nine inch crystal ball."

  She struggled, a bit, to lift the pure, especially crafted object from the shelf. Using two hands, she carried it and carefully placed it down. Then she went to another smaller bookshelf holding jewelry trinkets and knickknacks, picked up
a silky black cloth about wide and square as a kitchen sink. First, she placed the black cloth down. Then she lifted the crystal ball over, hovering-holding it, she said a few words. She sat the huge glass ball down.

  JonLuc never stepped a foot closer until she was ready. Let them prepare the spirits, Goddesses and Gods for me first. I'm a complicated fellow.

  Silently, Clarice waved him to come forward.

  JonLuc came as Clarice pointed to the standard steel chair use in auditoriums for public Bronx events.

  He loved black clothes. He wore a black blazer, black T-shirt and black pants and black alligator leather shoes. He made himself comfortable as he could in the metal chair. He peered into the large crystal ball.

  "I don't want any trouble, JonLuc."

  "What do you mean, Ms. Clarice?"

  "Is this about knocking off one of your rivals? Because--"

  "No," JonLuc smiled, disarming the psychic black woman. "This is about love."

  Clarice relaxed her shoulders. Her brown eyes soften. Even her Marlyish braids seemed neater and clearer. "Nine-inch crystal balls take in a lot of visions, light if you will. Some from other worlds, some other times, some for today, other events for tomorrow."

  "That's what I want to know, if a--" He paused. "If a certain girl loves me."

  "Love spells cost extra. They are quite messy. Easy to do, but to undo is not so easy."

  "I didn't ask for a love spell," JonLuc said annoyed. He thought to himself, why is this black woman jumping the fucking gun? "I told you what I want," he snarled.

  Clarice backed down. "I apologize."

  "I'm not saying anything more. I don't know if this stuff works. People trying to see stuff. I believe in the spirits, Goddess and Gods. They work."

  "Fair enough," Clarice said and began to wave her hands over the crystal balls surface. "Touch the crystal ball, JonLuc. We'll use your energies. It's the clear true way."

  JonLuc touched the cold crystal ball. "It's cold."

  "It's never been used. That's a good thing, fresh, untainted."

  "How much for me to buy this"

  "For you, $1,000."

  "Why so high? I can--"

  "You want someone else to get a reading of your energies?"

  "I see your point." JonLuc reached into his right pocket for the small bills. He whipped out a gold money clip shaped like a bag of gold, and placed a $1,000 bill on the table. Then he said, "I want you to do the best job possible." He tossed down another $2,000 for the reading. Then he said, "I am going to ask you for a divorce spell and I'll pay $5,000 for that!"

  Clarice's eyes widen. "The rumors are true. JonLuc doesn't play around. You go full throttle into everything and anything."

  "Never do things less than you can."

  "First the reading." Clarice said after quickly scooping the money into her brown hand, rolling the bills, tucking them into her bra. "Hold the crystal ball again, JonLuc."

  He placed his hand over the crystal ball. Clarice placed her lighter-brown skinned hand over his. "We look into the future of love only. Our question is clear. Does this girl named--"

  "Priscilla Kohler."

  "A German name. Does Priscilla Kohler love, JonLuc?"

  The crystal ball started to cloud. For a good two minutes, it looked like a fog somehow entered into the airtight class ball.

  Clarice lifted her hand. "You can lift your hand, JonLuc. Your energies suffused the glass. Now we shall see things."

  Nothing happened right away, for a good minute Clarice and JonLuc peered into the large crystal ball glass. JonLuc noticed a few air bubbles. Other than that, the crystal was of high quality. He visited other psychics and they told him things he already knew about Priscilla. He wanted to know something different, unique, and true.

  They both stared at the blackness inside the clear crystal from the cloth underneath. Then all of a sudden, a slow rain started in the crystal.

  "I see a sidewalk, its wet--"

  "Rain is pouring on the sidewalk!" JonLuc said excitedly. "I see it."

  "You do?" Clarice said.

  "Yes."

  "You must have the latent gift of clairvoyance then."

  "I had an old grandmother who used to see things."

  "Well you should develop the skill."

  "I don't have time. Let’s continue."

  "You are talking with a woman. A young schoolgirl, you met. Wait. I see a clock minute hand moving backwards."

  "I don't see a clock. I see the girl and me--that's Priscilla."

  "This happened long ago. It's in the past. Two years ago maybe. Uptown, Financial district. I'm seeing a Bull."

  "Yeah. That's where I met her the first time, Wall Street."

  "She's smart girl. First generation from EU, German, Austria, Czechoslovakia or somewhere around there. There is an argument now. She doesn't need you she says. She's happy. She is studying literature. She writes."

  "She never told me she writes."

  The scene disappeared.

  "You two are in bed--Wait. The clock is stuck. This is the present. You were making love this morning about eleven o'clock. You tell her you have to go to a meeting."

  "That would be meeting you."

  "How did you know I'd be free?"

  "I knew."

  "The girl loves to have sex. She's writing romance novels. She's afraid to tell you. She's published something already. She's--she's quite wealthy. Why is she flaunting herself before men, flashing her--panties?"

  "She--she likes the thrills. Does she love me or not?"

  "Oh your problem is she does love you; worse still--you love her." Clarice pushed away from the crystal ball. "JonLuc that's not nice."

  "What's not nice."

  "You want a divorce. You're secretly married. Las Vegas."

  "Hey! You heard what they say, 'What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!"

  Clarice moved back closer to the crystal ball. "You and her, love one another, deeply. She's . . . she's pre-pregnant."

  JonLuc lowered his head. "Well, that's why she's been wanting to go out all the time; eating all these strange EU foods."

  "She's eating for two, but she definitely loves you, JonLuc."

  "But her temptation toward flashing strange men?"

  "You don't like shy girls or good girls, only badass girls. Unpredictable girls."

  "You got that clear. I need her to stop flashing guys."

  "You can’t protect her. She's got money to take care of herself--anyway."

  "You're saying she doesn't need me. I should just leave the Bitch! Divorce."

  "You don't believe in divorce. Divorce isn't the problem. JonLuc, you love her that's the problem."

  "Bahhh. I could have found all that out, by snooping around myself."

  Clarice looked into the crystal ball again. Anger showed on her face. "You went to Las Vegas. She let you have sex at the Bordello there in exchange for you letting her continue to flash men."

  JonLuc sat back. Shock registered on his face. "That's not true."

  "The clock moved backwards from 2:12 PM on November 12, 2010."

  Silence.

  "You're a very dangerous lady, Clarice."

  "You're a very dangerous man, JonLuc."

  "Did you see anything else in Las Vegas?"

  JonLuc noticed Clarice's right hand trembling. "Not about love; so that's off the record."

  "Wise choice. Okay. So Priscilla loves me, is a successful romantic romance writer, from around Eastern Europe and is wealthy."

  "And she is Catholic."

  "And Catholics don't like divorces."

  Clarice smiled. "You want to stop her from flashing, but you made an agreement." Clarice shrugged her shoulders and a lighter mood came over her body language.

  "I know what you're thinking. Men we want our cake and to eat it as well." JonLuc laughed at himself. She's right. But why not? "Okay. I need a love spell."

  Clarice shook her head while softly laughing, "No a divorce spell."

/>   "Divorce spell."

  Clarice:

  "I am the ear and you must hear

  All the comments true from me.

  Listen, listen we shall be free,

  From this love and heart not free,

  By my mouth which you can hear,

  Forever, forever go without a tear,

  Find another love my cherished, dear."

  JonLuc tasted the words. Simple enough to remember and say. "Good. How does the spell work? Because I'm not going all over graveyards looking for the eye of a newt."

  "Spells don't have to be complicated. Only believed."

  "And?"

  "You must put sexual energy behind the words. Say them the next time you and Priscilla make love."

  JonLuc nodded his head. He flexed his black blazer. Slowly as if reaching for a hidden gun behind his back, he pulled a $500 bill out of his back pocket. "Smallest change I got for a tip. You did good, Clarice. Real seeing." He got up to leave, as Clarice bent down and seemed entranced staring down into the large crystal ball.

  "Don't forget to take this with you. You might want to destroy it, right away."

  "Why? Only you and I can see in it. I'm not afraid of you."

  "Other psychics might be working for other--people. Those psychics might be able to see. I mean normally, they'd have to go through the trouble of getting something of yours--sock, tie, favorite watch to help them see."

  JonLuc thought about it. He was missing a sock, but he attributed that to the stupid dry cleaner guy. Then his second favorite watch disappeared from high school last week. "What I don't get is how we can see Priscilla without anything of hers?"

  "You have something of hers on you."

  "I do!"

  "Yes, an intimate item."

  "JonLuc never put anything in his jacket pockets. He searched them. The lower pockets empty. His breast jacket pocket he felt a silky smooth. He pulled out the material. Silky panties, white background, polka dots of pink, black and green. "What the fuck?" He sniffed the material. Priscilla's panties."

  "I believe they are from the Wall Street scene." Clarice said in a tone of gottcha.

  "Damn you're good."